Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.